Why Can I Absolutely See This?…Now I Want To Discuss History With Him…

SOMEONE IS GETTING SCOLDED BY HIS WIFEY!!…and the apology pic.

I dunno it seemed funny when i thought about it like that.

a 1967 Iranian stamp depicting fireworks

[id: a postage stamp with a stylized illustration of several colorful fireworks against a dark blue sky. below and to the right of the fireworks is the United Nations symbol. end id]

“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”

“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.

“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“

“Johnny”

Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.

“Captain,outside is -“

“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm

“Its 16:13, sir”

“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”

“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.

“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”

With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates

“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside

“Great job, Soap.Now what?”

“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”

Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.

“Soap,no”

“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”

With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.

“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”

And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.

A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.

In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.

In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.

He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life

How long are thirty seconds really?

He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.

29…28….27

The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.

16:15 exactly on time, Second.

Line 4 to time waste over Nerd main station. Careful, this train splits in introvert bay. All passengers wanting to get to Scienceshire, please switch your wagons. *insert train announcement noise* CHOOO CHOOO

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HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE

God of War Ragnarök: Behind the scenes.

Here are some of the animated gifs Santa Monica Studios have been putting out for God of War: Ragnarök

Sorry for the quality, tumblr only allows for 10MB gifs & these are quick & dirty rips straight from twitter which were already not great quality to start.

I'm assuming these are made to be used, so go right ahead & save & use however you like

Animator credits I could find:

Kratos making a heartshape & Kratos swearing about Valkyries by Dennis Pena, aka @/Boltfinger on twitter

Wolf paw slap by Grace Pan, one of the animators

Angrboda making faces by Jack Ebensteiner, aka @/AnimJack on twitter

Sweating Atreus by Kim Nguyen, aka @/KimbaWin on twitter

Thor sliding by Roberto Clemente, a senior combat animator

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒.

𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡. 💐

#surrealart #surrealistic #ribcage #skeleton #fireworks #loveandlight #digitalart #digitaldrawing #digitalillustration #procreate #ibispaintx #kaleisillustrations

Pixel art is really something else to enjoy, makes you feel the peace of modern days and retro hits on a nice day.

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…it's A NAZGUL!

Srl though, we just watched the opening ceremony of the olympics and my Father just spent at least half a hour talking about tHIS!?